Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

The seventh day, evening.

[Jing Qiu, after tonight, don't go to the sparring room anymore, the Li Family is suspected of entering the game]

Ji Jingqiu looked at the message sent by Daoge, his eyes deep.

The Li Family...

Is it the Li Family of Marshal Li, one of the Six Great Families?

Unexpectedly, even people from the prestigious Six Great Families would join this game.

At this moment, Ji Jingqiu gently stroked the blade and slowly closed his eyes.

No matter what these people are thinking.

After today, it will all be Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.

...

Zhuang Butong opened his eyes, his usually calm to deathly still eyes now seemed to flicker with flames.

Gradually, this fervor returned to silence, deeply buried again.

Thirty-one years of silence, thirty-one years of torment, finally came to an end today.

He had dreamt countless times of this day.

And when this day came, he found himself unexpectedly calm.

He got up, went to the training room's washroom that had not been visited for a long time, faced the broken mirror, personally trimmed his disheveled beard and hair, then changed into a clean Martial Arts Uniform, grooming himself meticulously.

Looking at his own reflection in the mirror with broad shoulders, though no longer young but still proudly resilient, Zhuang Butong slowly squeezed out a smile.

He came outside and woke up Ji Jingqiu, who had not returned home these days and had stayed in the sparring room.

"Shall I take a picture for you?"

Hearing Zhuang Butong's words, Ji Jingqiu confirmed it again, looking at the "completely renewed" middle-aged man before him, feeling calm, with a power slowly flowing in his heart.

It was time.

He used his device to take a photo of Zhuang Butong.

In the photo, within the chaotic training room, under strands of twilight, a man stood with upright posture, with profound and three-dimensional facial features, embodying a weathered yet increasingly tough demeanor.

Zhuang Butong took a look at the photo, showed a slight smile, gave Ji Jingqiu a number, and said softly:

"If I fail, help me send this photo to him."

"If I succeed... then there's no need."

Ji Jingqiu nodded, said solemnly: "Is it beginning?"

Zhuang Butong nodded, his expression hesitating, undecided whether or not to explain something to Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu saw his hesitation and preemptively said: "Senior Zhuang, you haven't told me how to lock the door to the Sixth Limit."

Zhuang Butong silently said: "Whether I fail or succeed, the door to the Sixth Limit will be completely open to you, and thereafter, everyone will be able to sense this path."

Ji Jingqiu shook his head: "Senior Zhuang, the Dream Demon has met your expectations, right?"

Zhuang Butong's gaze suddenly sharpened, looking directly at Ji Jingqiu, who did not back down.

"You... already know?"

"Yes." Ji Jingqiu said, "I want to know, did the Dream Demon meet your expectations and guide you to the door of the Sixth Limit?"

"...Don't directly call Its name; it will attract Its attention." Zhuang Butong said softly, "You are not wrong, this is the secret I have always been reluctant to reveal, because the more people know, the more likely they are to attract misfortune like me..."

"I will be an exception." Ji Jingqiu finally got his answer, grinned, and said, "Senior, start, I have nurtured a few blades, I'd like you to evaluate them."

Zhuang Butong looked deeply at the young man before him, suddenly said:

"I seem to have underestimated you, your talent may even surpass mine."

"The Federation has Martial Artists like you, very good."

"Very good!"

He raised his head, saw the Heavenly Person Door in the void, and the Sixth Limit hidden behind Heaven and Earth.

"Are you ready?" He did not look towards Ji Jingqiu as he asked softly.

Ji Jingqiu's eyes shone brightly, as if a blazing fire was leaping within them, he breathed deeply:

"I have been congratulating for a long time."

Zhuang Butong suddenly cursed and laughed: "You have been congratulating for a long time? I have waited for a full thirty-one years!"

That instant.

He drew his "blade" from the sheath.

The light burst forth, like an Arrogant Sun Crossing the Sky, illuminating the dark and vast path ahead.

The energy nurtured over thirty years erupted in this moment, making the brilliance of this blade surpass the grandeur of the sun!

Zhuang Butong, who never aspired to be Martial Arts Pride, now displayed a soaring demeanor, undeniably surpassing all the Arrogant Suns over the millennia!

He looked directly at the path before him, prompted by guidance, thinking to himself:

Teacher, your student has seen it.

The blade fell, the blade light like a dragon, following an indistinct trajectory, as if charging into another world!

Though sensing nothing in reality, including Ji Jingqiu, everyone bound for the Sixth Limit at this moment heard the sound like dust rustling down.

That was the barrier to the Sixth Limit, the gap between the real and the illusory...

At this moment, truly slashed open by Zhuang Butong!

This night, many Martial Artists simultaneously opened their eyes and looked up.

Looking towards that high place.

Looking towards that figure about to open a new chapter for the Martial Arts of the world!

...

A young man instantly appeared in the sky, overlooking the alley below, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly imbued with innate dominance and sinisterness.

He swept his hand, the frozen night rain in the world that appeared because of him seemed to be erased from Heaven and Earth.

Just as he locked onto Zhuang Butong's position, preparing to pull out this little guy who dared to deviate from the plan, an expressionless old man appeared before him.

"Scram!"

Without any mercy.

Even in the face of a Martial Arts Master from the Li Family.

Utterly demonstrating protective fierceness to the extreme.

...

This night.

Many originally calm dojos were stirred up by a tremendous wave.

Mu Yun found Yun Jinghe at the first instance, said gravely: